Hey, as a hungry kid I was damn well guaranteed a place in hottest Hell every time I ate meat on Friday when there was nothing else at the public school cafeteria ... then suddenly one day it was OK, and all that childhood angst was for nought!
And to think of the countless hours we kids spent mandatorily praying those poor souls out of purgatory, not to mention the cost of lighting all those damn candles so Father Brady could smoke Cuban cigars and feed his Tennesee Walking horse alfalfa.
That's about the time I figured that organized religion being the sole guarantor of my salvation was a crock.